(with Clint Black)



Bella was bored to death at South Beach,

Not one celebrity spotted in days

She was tired of her mood,

Lunchin' on vegan food

She was tired of just soakin' up rays

Then she saw him pull up to the stoplight

In an old ragtop that she couldn't name

He said, "Hop inside, I'm headin' south, take a ride,

I'm just the next man that you're gonna blame."

U.S. 1, headin' down U.S. 1



Lenny said, "How 'bout lunch in Key Largo?

There's a fish sandwich place down the road

Kinda out in the sticks, 

But we can be back by six,

Never leave our area code."

Well, geography wasn't her strongpoint-

She'd never been past the Dadeland Mall

So they stopped on the way, Lenny was happy to pay

For her new thong and purple beach ball.



They're goin' conky tonkin', cruisin' on a weekend buzz

Really conky tonkin', doin' it just because



Havin' too much fun to turn back

They're explorers in a hotrod Ford

They counted seabirds and cars, stopped at all the cool bars

Harmonically they struck a chord



Stop! What was that?



Somewhere in the middle of the Seven Mile Bridge,

He said, "Bella, do you wanna see the rest?"

She said, "i haven't a care,

Lenny, just take me there"

And they drove all the way to Key West

Well, she'd never seen anything like it

In all of her twenty-six years

Bella was feelin' the groove,

Lenny was makin' his move

They were quite a pair of pioneers



They're goin' conky tonkin', cruisin' down U.S. 1

They'll be conky tonkin', trying to catch up with the sun

They're goin' conky tonkin', the engine is about to explode

Goin' conky tonkin', hey, they'll meet you at the end of the road.



End of the road? What do we do then?

Rev it up and jump that buggy to Havana

We're goin' conky tonkin'.